Farewell To Slavianka

This march did not stop at the platforms
When the enemy covered the horizon
With our fathers in smoky wagons
The trains took them to the front

He defended Moscow in forty-one
In forty-five he walked to Berlin
He went with the soldiers to victory
Through the difficult roads, worthy years

And when the campaign
The country will call
For our native land
We will all go to the sacred battle

The fields of bread rustle
My homeland is walking
To the heights of happiness through all adversities, dear world and labor

And when the campaign
The country will call
For our native land
We will all go to the sacred battle!